1. The Fun Lovinī Criminal
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
Because you know I get paid by the mile, like avis
I pave this, fast save this, everybody smile. . .
And act gracious
See I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat
Franks and knishes,best wishes, Iīm vicious and here
I am again like cnn. delivery my friend.
Stick īem up punk, itīs the fun lovinī criminal
Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
Iīm more freaky than disco 2000
I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite
Iīll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
I never say die
I never take myself too seriously
Cause everybody knows fat birds donīt fly
Stickīem up punk, itīs the fun lovinī criminal
Means with the green, murder on your spleen
Living in a dream do you know what I mean
Goateed indeed, smart like john steed
Iīll steal your girlie and Iīll steal your weed
I got so much flavor. . .I always leave you chewinī
I got so many styles you think Iīm from the u.n.
I broke into the white house and never got caught
And Iīd be neil armstrong if I was an astronaut
Weīre always optimistic about human relations
Weīve got more friends than my man peter gatien
Weīre always fun loving, so donīt start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging
Stickīem up punk, itīs the fun lovinī criminal
2. Passive / Aggressive
Iīm a nicely zooted new car owner, and Iīm somewhat convoluted
Because Iīm living in a coma
I render those useless who pinch off my trim,
Your light they are on but your lights they are dim
I got the bushmill shots, and cops that give me props
I got the motts, spike, I got the motts.
Having fun with my gun, son, its always loaded and the flc
Is raw yīall not candy coated.
Cooling on the block
With my case of rolling rock
Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot
Cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys
They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice
I love you people and my boys love you too,
So fuck the king of beers this ones for you.
So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
The flc with the mucho grande style
You know you canīt boom with a bullshit system and you canīt fix
A man when heīs broke. you know you canīt max if you donīt pay
The tax and you canīt wax the man if you choke.
You know the funk I drop is wild just like aretha beltinī,
My shit is going fast, so get your second helping,
My brain cells are dying, young women are crying,
But I keep on trying,
Like my man jack ryan.
You see my man is in my fae as if he has been drinking
They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking
We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted
The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted
Its the fun lovinī criminal out to represent
I know its tough being hard and politically correct
So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"
The flc with the mucho grande style
You know you canīt boom with a bullshit system and you canīt fix
A man when heīs broke. you know you canīt max if you donīt pay
The tax and you canīt wax the man if you choke.
3. The Grave And The Constant
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.c. with the wing tip shoes.
My boss said it was parris or prison, the judge said son you better
Make a decision.
I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, april in parris, hell
South of the border. they put me together, tougher than leather. set
Me on your ass because they didnīt know better.
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.
I hold the fort left, right and center
The number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. check the photo
Finish Iīm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role,
See I got more gumbas than bobby de niro and if I was you Iīd
Act like nixon and spiro. so smoke your pot and drink your rock
And chill where itīs shady. I got more endurance than in-a-gadda-
Da-vida baby.
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.
Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.
4. Scooby Snacks
Me and fast got the gats; weīre out to rob a bank.
We got steve outside and heīs carrying
A full pack.
Now everythingīs cool and everthingīs smooth.
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said,
"baby, baby, baby"
(is this some kharmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
By that time fast tapped me from behind
He said it was time to blow, ya know. so out the door we go.
Back to the ride with steve inside and alive; off we drive
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know weīll
Never get far, riding around in a stolen
Police car, so we dropped it off and
Piled in a caddy; steve was driving
Because I had to talk to my man about something.
Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of scooby snacks!
I donīt give a fuck about the hellīs
Gate, ainīt punkinī the crowd and Iīm still
Standing up staight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
No one gets hurt if they donīt act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing
Where the cop is.
Theyīre at the dunkin donuts, adjacent from
The fromanīs whose mailbox had just
Exploded. they gave chase, but our man
Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers
With haste. we cast off and along we went
Off bermuda to an island resort we rent.
Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of scooby snacks!
5. Smoke īem
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
Back to the lab, with my gift of gab
And a little dabīll do ya, maybe even school ya,
Iīll rush your end zone like my man don shula
Youīre my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; Iīm your little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, Iīm the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, Iīm a manīs man; do you understand?
What Iīm giving ainīt cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know itīs really hard when you love someone. you always
Stood by me like spanky did stymiey and if anybody messes Iīll
Bustīem in the eye. and check that ass like phil esposito
The guido, u.p.s. next day back to toledo.
Smoke īem if ya gottem, if ya ainīt gottem then ya hit rock bottom.
Me and my les paul is out droppinī science
Pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
Never walking streets, lookinī past my shouler acting kinda bolder
Since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test
When I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Iīm a half spick peckerwood talkinī to the dead
Iīll break into your house and Iīll smell your bed.
Smoke īem if ya gottem, if ya ainīt gottem then ya hit rock bottom.
6. Bombinī The L
I usta more ya yo than phizer pharmaceuticals
Paid my way through college, and still had residuals
I moved more wait than arnold on steriods
Shot more punks than rocks in asteroids
Caught more heat than aruba in august
Never spilled the beans when the cops finally caught us
All my liquid assets are flowing like a stream
And my fingers are faster than yngwie malmstein
Everybody round me making money
Why canīt i?
I canīt change
I canīt change
I get my macaroni salad from dean and deluca
And I top my red death with the white zambuca
Stick up kid yeah, without no errors
Iīm smashing twelve hundreds on
Sucker rhyme sayers
Like tito I treat you, like hendrix I freak you
Bombinī tha "l" I see you
You freak, you coochie frito !
I canīt change
Lord, I canīt change
7. I Canīt Get With That
They try to move us; to use us
Like judas did jesus; to please us
Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples
How are we gonna get them out?
How are we gonna vote them out?
When the wingtips got it locked up
Ya dig it? the freaking wingtips did it.
But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . .
But we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers.
I canīt get with that
I see the hoes and the hustlers
Piled up in clusters
Since they upped the anti, and hooked up giuliani
And the black kill the black and
Latino kill latino; man itīs evil. . .
The same damn story and a sequel
I thought I fought for what was right,
But in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight.
I think I caught you out there
Chillin in the bahamas.
I take you to miami to meet the dalai lama.
"I canīt get with that."
8. King Of New York
Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster;
The wanna be dapper don, don john on
The wall, Iīm your biggest fan
Next to my little brother paul.
Losing his grip, like pesci, heīd flip
If you talk to his brother he says they
Always planned this trip
He wasnīt oky-dokie running around like
Don quixote, trying to free a man he
Didnīt even know b.
He had the roots he bought the suits
But the boys didnīt like him mto tell you the truth
He had "j.g." on his pinky ring and he
Lied about doinī some time up in sing-sing
He flipped one fine summer afternoon
He told his brother paulie, something had to be done soon.
He took paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the
Coup de ville to illinois.
La-di da-di, free john gotti, "the king of new york"
He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club
Two sticks of dynamite and a .38 snub
He tried to see the don, without an invitation
Stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion
Waving picket signs, the c.o. saw a nine;
And only paulie go away with the skin on his behind.
Back in the borough the cops are acting
Thorough; they raided frankyīs room
And then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note,
With a rhyme that was dope, about
How he was breaking john out and how he couldnīt cope.
It sait, "I donīt fly coach, never save the roach,
The king of new york".
La-di da-di, free john gotti, "the king of new york"
9. We Have Got All The Time In The World
10. Bear Hug
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
They try to rock me
They say they got the 40 cal glok
With the 30 round clip
And they losing their damn grip. . .
Well, I came back from hell so god damn fit
Iīll bust your lip, and make you strip
You can play them games
But donīt playīem in my park
Iīll spill a wild bill, before you get out you town car
Ranting and raving, claiming youīre armed
Iīll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parm
Mackinī like bumpy, the business is boominī
Iīll chop your ass up like I was jimmy coonan
The westy, honey donīt test me!
Ooooh - I just ate 5 blotters
And things are gettinī kinda wacked!
If you canīt live the lie, let it die
And if you canīt live a life full of strife
Just say oops! and jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line.
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up
I got bear huge for my brothers
And I got no love for the others
Cīmon kids, you ainīt built for bids
Youīll get jacked in the ass like a sucker
"mucho dinero" the man with the hat said
He changed his mind once the crack in his head bled
Movinī and shakinī the brittle illusion
Referring, concurring, and workinī out solutions
If you canīt live the lie, let it die
And if you canīt live a life full of strife
Just say oops! and jump through hoops,
And get to the end of the line.
Know your man, know his game, donīt be ashamed from where you came,
If you ask me, Iīd rather have money than fame.
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say-
"na na na" we got the block locked up
11. Come Find Yourself
Hemlock five caugt me out there later on
Itīs the girl I told the man, but he swore heīd prove me wrong
Not seeing as I saw it as I gazed at the skyline
Someone dropped me a dime, someone took the time
Iīm not a man with a grasp on reality
Kerouac is wack but Iīm down with dostoevsky
Sugarīs got my back plus baretta .380īs
One of which I dropped as the man tried to bait me.
Come on, find yourself.
Its you, its always been you, its always been in you.
Now donīt get it messed up, they got me all dressed up.
To feed me to the fishes, I use my mojo for the loco
I know the soft machine and its goings ons and Iīll be
Damned if the manīs gonna spill me
You wanna see me go wild and crazy, Iīm sorry man but your
Threats donīt phase me. you covered the ground but youītr
Lazy. come on contest me.
Come on, find yourself.
Its you, its always been you, its always been in you.
12. Crime And Punishment
Pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yanginī the young for their products and profit
The pushers keep pushinī on d and on jump street
Pushinī the passive pill, so ya donīt need
Kids makinī bids with their nineīs in their goose downs
īcause college is pricey and some brothers ainīt got none
You try to discern between truth and suggestion
But they bid for your id via fear of rejection
All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
Manifesting some sort of natural impatience
Deaf macbeth, scar city, the slasher
Enveloping the b-boy, the doper, the thrasher
Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
Son youīre running to the hook
Back with the funk hits, uncle huey is back with
The funk hits, and the f.l.c. is coming to grips
With a fist full of funk hits
I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
And I stuckīem in his ear. the man stepped to me,
He wouldnīt let it end though, so I threw his ass out
The roxy deli window
I ainīt pushinī no party, I ainīt meddlinī in saudi,
But I think itīs fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
Iīve been watchinī the news, youīre forcing people
To choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
The deceiverīs deceiving because the people believe him
Soon the troopsīll be bleedinī and their mamaīs will be grieving
So keep on payinī your taxes, when you donīt know the facts
Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
13. Methadonia
In methadonia, they weeble and they wobble
But they donīt fall down
You see, the fed has got their back
And they say itīs better than crack, plus
It keeps them mellow and passive. . .
And takes them to the land of methadonia.
There are three around my way, all day i
See them stray, up the block and down the
Stairs, cominī in groups and leaving in pairs
Like suckers. with their weeks supply
I and I see them selling the elixir of life
And takes them to the land of methadonia.
I see you hanginī on my stoop, you better
Swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye
Because the place in which youīre sent
By your liquid orange friend has kept you
From it for so long
And takes them to the land of methadonia
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